Clouds are nostalgic

I often stare at the sky. I take an excessive amount of photos of clouds, sunrises, sunsets (and cats too). There’s something about how the clouds fill the sky, it reminds me of being a child. Naive and full of wonder. Clouds that billow high up into the air, or clouds that dot the sky, making a quilt of shade. Clouds that move quickly and grow as the go, creating shapes to be pointed out, lying on the grass on a hot summer day. Feathery clouds that streak across the sky, storm clouds that house lighting and rain, or even a wall cloud, ominous in its existence.

Just as I look up in wonder at the stars at night, I look up at the clouds in awe during the day.

This was written in response to the writing prompt “Clouds

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